Some days just seem to be full of animals. Take this morning. Before dawn the only sound that broke the silence was the distant chant of a whip-poor-will, but four does, their bellies heavy with fawns, grazed at the edge of the north woods. By the time bird song filled the air, the turkeys arrived, just over the brow of the hill to the east, where they preened and fanned out their feathers in perfect symmetry. They were joined by crows, two rabbits and a chipmunk.
The bravest of the rabbits made his way to the front yard, where he preened himself...
cleaned up a few dandilions...
and helped himself to clover.
But then, there was the flowerbed, and how could he resist?
"Not a good idea, you say?"
"I'm really just looking..."